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[Intro: Tyler The Creator]
Hey Ms. Parker
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Sound like
Oh
I just cut some fresh lemons with the shiver
Lemon in my aid, lemon in my ears, call ’em boogers
Rather six feet ‘fore I’m ever seen with you niggas (Hold up)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]
What it is? It’s that nigga T [?]
Ridin’ in, double-double R, that’s that color nem
Pullin’ in at four hundred gram, I just sold a disc
Switzerland where I spend my summer in
Off the floor, that’s Gianno shoe, what I’m runnin’ in
Earlobe look like headlights on a new van
I’m so motherfuckin’ dead as I need some Timberlands
I batte any man, Uzi back, don’t think they understand

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert & Tyler the Creator]
Uh (Skrrt, cool), double C on my feet
Double G on my freak, Louis V by my brick
She wan’ kick it with me, she back hit it then leave
She try save ’bout the place but keep eatin’ my meat
We can’t see none of ’em, bro, she keep eatin’ my seeds
Got a E and a B on the back of the CT
I’m done with the 12, got a V16
Uh, see, the money comin’ in, yeah, that’s true
The more money I get, I don’t wan’ sext you

Can’t think about the last time that I text you
It’s probably once I kicks out them belt loops
[?] cock on a bitch every time I check you
Just like a brand new Lamb’, I wreck you
So if this mind is yours, woo, woo, woo
[Chorus: Tyler The Creator]
Ride ’til the dinner tapped in
I don’t [?] imagine exit
Last year more than what Google say my net is
I got chatter with the [?] in the tinted exit
Uh, uh uh

[Verse 3: Pharrell Williams]
It’s the double P, I rock double C
Man, I run them beats like you run them [?]
Man, come to me, you want somethin’ to see
This internally flawed, that’s a double V
What troubles me is you couple me
With these subtle fleas tryna double league
[?] trapped in the hive
Of a otherfuckin’ bumblebee
They just got the closest picture of the fuckin’ sun surface
That was us

Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch just for one purpose
Catchin’ dust
My Secret Service carry [?] call ’em street sweepers
Back you up
Tat’ you up then add you up
Then give you cover like [?]
If this shit’s fake, I don’t respect it
That’s clickbait and that’s distaste like a shitshake
What a difference your wrist make when it’s Richard-made
Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fist plate
Shit-faced, get this straight
This is truck wheels that grip tape

[Chorus: Tyler The Creator]
Ride ’til the dinner tapped in
I don’t [?] imagine exit
Last year more than what Google say my net is
I got chatter with the [?] in the tinted exit
Uh, uh uh

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